A prophecy from the first Oracle of time The immortal wolf of the eldest god Shall grow of age against all odds Surely he will walk a rocky trail But on his way,with a prisoner to bail As an ally he must surely choose Or a war you will likely lose In his hands the fate of the world lays Olympus to rise or raze That prophecy older than the great prophecy of the big three A prophecy so old that that history has no record of it A prophecy as old as Geia herself What happens when Athena gets to know of it What happens when the gods try to prevent it What happens when it comes to pass My name is Shadow and I am the wolf of legend Holder of the howl of the elements And this is my story